The exact moment when you realize that teaching angles in billiards to your opponent has left you with all of your balls still left on the table as they are shooting for the eight. You are proud yet feel like you're about to be fucked. .
Mike: "So should I go for the 5 ball in the side? Or take the 7 up the rail?"
Liz: "I'd pocket the side first and come back for the 7 to leave you clean with the 8"
Christina: "Liz, you are about to get noicely-fucked!"
*Mike makes both shots*
Liz: "Been fucked worse on this table..."
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)